A question that struck straight at the soul.
Before the consul could turn around, the ground suddenly vanished beneath his feet, and his cold body, along with his heart, plunged into the icy waves.
In his final moment before the sea swallowed him, he saw only six godlike figures. Then endless hatred engulfed him, question after question tormenting his soul.
Why are you still alive? You're the one who deserves to die.
The tide of hatred tore him apart, and furious souls ripped at him, ceaselessly, endlessly.
The consul finally let out a terrified wail, but the gathered fury swallowed the sound. Even ten thousand deaths would not be enough to quell that anger.
The terror of death finally descended upon them. The people aboard the ships finally reacted, screaming as they scrambled to escape. A clamor of curses and wails mingled with cries of regret, like an absurd finale, grating and discordant beyond endurance.
The hollow things they had once been so proud of seemed utterly insignificant before the Calamities.
None of the power, wealth, or prestige they took pride in could let them walk into death with an easy conscience. None could win redemption for their souls.
Pitch-black shadows carried the books out of the ships. Ignoring the cries for help, Kou Ying departed with Water Mirror Star's history.
A child in exquisite clothes thrust out his hand and cursed.
"What gives you the right to decide our fate? If you'd warned us earlier, none of this would have happened! Don't think saving us before gives you the right to judge me now. Even my parents have no right to judge me!"
He looked disdainfully at the distant Calamities.
"It's not like I wanted to be born in this world! What crime have I committed? Being born on